Musings on Moving

To the person who gave us the entertainment center even though we said we didn't want it. I hate you. Not only did it take five strong men to move it in, you had to take the top of it off.

To the person who built the ugly thing, I hate you. Were nails every two inches not enough? Was that why you used screws, too? Apparently, the screws didn't quite do it, you glued it, too. It took me eight hours to tear the thing apart.

Tomorrow we move into our first house. We are so excited! We haven't moved in five years, so it's interesting packing. Those two boxes taking up my closet shelf? Junk. I have also realized that Bob has, literally, four times as many clothes as I do. Yet he seems to wear the same four or five outfits.

It also feels like I've been packing forever. And I will BE packing forever. Blah.

Murphy's Law has been in full force. I've been packing for three or four weeks now. What movie do I get in the mood to watch? Oh, yes, the one I packed in the first box. My period has been coming every six to eight weeks for ever now, and even if it were on a normal schedule, I shouldn't bleed until next week. What shows up last night? Why it's good old Aunt Flow. Hooray! So far, it's been minor stuff, so knock on wood for me and wish us luck.

Here's to the new house and a new chapter in our lives!

Spaghetti and Children

Say you are making spaghetti. Child X will only eat angel hair pasta. Child O will only eat pasta shapes. Since it's no big deal to make two pots, you do. So which one does Child G eat?

Answer: the one you made less of.

It figures, doesn't it.